And all we are waiting for is something worth waiting for.
At any moment, you know, your manufactured cool could blow.
Whether you're in bed or in court, everybody gets off.
Someone's writing down your mistakes, someone's documenting your downfall.
The ambitions are wake up, breathe, keep breathing.
When I knew what I had to do / I took all my notebooks, all my manuscripts / and ate them page by page / so I could take my words with me